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• To the stars.
Mundane days around Rintaro let (Y/n) live a little. The stress that ate her up relentlessly weighed significantly less on her back, but still, she needed to get out of there.
Yet, she wanted to know why she's in here in the first place and this timing could not have been more perfect than ever. Suna had gone to play a game in a different prefecture not long ago.
(Y/n) stared at the electronic clock on her desk, at 10:00 AM. And Suna's game is in the evening. This timing is too good to be true. She dragged herself out of bed, lifting the blanket which came down as she did.
She peered out to the large grass field that she would have to conquer to ensure her escape. (Y/n) tightened her fist, ready to take step one: Breakfast.
With both hands, she opened the grand fridge stocked with all groceries. There's a pink sticky note stuck onto glass tupperware.
『You can make your breakfast if you don't like what's in here』
Once she lifted the saran wrap, a disappointed look washed over her face.
Waffles. The kind that is bought frozen.
'I expected more from you Suna.' Her eyes narrowed at the sticky note as she crushed it upon throwing away the wrap.
(Y/n) could not complain though, because she doesn't know how to cook whatsoever. The thought of having to use someone else's toaster for frozen waffles became advanced cooking for her as if she were brewing up some gourmet for herself.
They came out thick and fluffy, the aroma filled the spaces as she took the glass to the coffee table which faced directly at the television.
(Y/n)'s eyes lit up, 'The news!'
Somehow, it is like someone predicted that (Y/n) would turn on the TV since it is neatly placed on the coffee table with stacked magazines about sports.
The thick and fluffy cinnamon waffles did not make her gut churn, it was (Y/n)'s rising uneasiness.
Because why was everything so conventional? Things are almost just...handed to her.
She used arrow buttons to navigate through channels that cycled. Volleyball, news, and ice skating?
"You're cruel Rintaro." (Y/n) threatened his remote.
Through aggressive chewing and viewing, (Y/n) remained weary of her surroundings because there was nowhere to run. She would tire herself out almost immediately if she gave the run a shot.
The news ranted about the weather and other upcoming events and she couldn't care less. (Y/n) put the fork down and began to line herself up with the glass door behind the couch.
'No lock?'
She pulled the handle sideways as it shrieked and (Y/n) immediately yanked the door closed, darting back to her original position by the coffee table.
Her heart pounded nonstop, she could not catch a break from the unwanted terror of a mere glass door. Flames of despair flourished inside her body as she trembled inside his house.
It was as if a pair of disapproving eyes were keeping an eye on her.
(Y/n) lets out a sharp gasp as she did not intend to change the channel from a drop of a fork. Her hand just happened to press on a few buttons while trying to look for the utensil.
Childish giggles intruded her ears. Her eyes widened at the screen that blasted vibrant colors with bits of static from the harsh movement from the camera.
"Rintaro! Let's go play! I'm tired of posing..." (Y/n)'s high-pitched voice complained to the little boy once she had walked out of the door frame.
The video zooms out slowly to catch Suna on the other end of the porch, he played with legos, constructing them with a different design than intended from the box.
"We're sorry that we had to bring you out to Aichi," A woman placed down a tray with lemonade, "the least my husband and I can do is provide a room for your family to stay in." She said apologetically.
The camera shook from side to side, "Ah, hey" and then it rested on the glass table.
(Y/n)'s hands shot up to her shoulders, recognizing the voice behind the camera. She inched closer despite the coffee table jabbing her insides, that voice it was no mistake that it was her Mother's.
"Don't fuss about it," Her joyful voice shot down the woman's concerns, "we chose to have a painting done for our little (F/n), this is just a result of our choices."
Her mom raised the glass of lemonade with a few ice cubes, the camera focused on her hand and then on the two children on the patio.
(Y/n) tickled Suna on the neck and he swats her hand away. She could not stop pestering the boy until he could not resist her anymore, Suna bursts out in a fit of relentless laughter of pure joy.
She observed her companion's sweet smile as if that was her goal the entire time.
